12. Riot
twelve
Riot
This night has been an outer clusterfuck. Nothing is going as it ideally should have. I still think my plan of walking in and putting a bullet in all their heads from the start was our best option, but Cash and Arsen just had to veto it. Now here we are, my foot pressed to the gas pedal as far as it will go and adrenaline pumping so strong that I almost feel like my heart will beat out of my chest as we race across town. This was not how tonight was supposed to end.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I spot Ali, leaning over Arsen’s pale form, tears trickling down her cheeks as she whispers softly to him. The pure devastation shining in her eyes is so heartbreaking that I almost feel like the one who was shot. But I’m not; Arsen was. The thought of possibly losing one of my brothers, someone who has been by my side through thick and thin and has embraced my form of insanity, is beyond anything I can comprehend right now. Because it just can’t happen. I figured out of the three of us, it would always be me who went first.
The city lights flash by as I whirl through the sleeping city. A hospital is closer and would be our best bet but not our safest. There is no telling who our fathers have in their pockets, and we can’t take that chance. Not when Arsen’s life is already hanging in the balance. Plus, I’ve trusted Cash this long. The man himself sits in the passenger seat still on his phone, hopefully coming up with a new plan because this is an active act of war now. Regardless of if Arsen got his blood for blood, vengeance has no limits, not when I’m concerned.
When we finally get to the new safe house Cash chose, I’m sliding to a stop, almost forgetting to throw the truck into park before throwing open the door and rushing to the back.
“Where the fuck is the doctor?” I sneer as Cash joins me. I rip open the back door to see Ali slap Arsen.
“Wake up. Stay awake. Please.” Her words gut me deeper than any other blade, and I want to comfort her, but there’s no time.
“Already inside and set up. Let’s move.” Cash snaps, reaching in and grabbing Ali before pulling her out and setting her on the ground barefoot. I want to protest, but once again, I know she is tougher than she looks, and Arsen needs us more. Next, I reach in and grab Arsen under his arms and drag him out enough for Cash to grab his feet. Blood drips from his body and soaks the gravel as we move as one, rushing him inside. Ali rushes ahead of us, opening the front door as we follow. Thankfully, Cash was right about the doctor already being here.
He rushes forward, inspecting Arsen. “First room on the left. Set him on the bed.” Then he moves, barking orders as he grabs a pair of medical-grade scissors. “Set up a blood transfusion and an IV drip. Get me some vitals and push 15 ml morphine, and let’s see what we are working with.” As we set Arsen down, he lets out a small groan, which to me is a good sign. The second we are clear, the doc pushes his way through, immediately cutting away Arsen’s jacket and shirt. The moment he does, all you can see is red. A whimper from the door catches my attention and has me spinning to see Ali’s wide eyes as she stares over at the bed. Fuck.
She doesn’t need to see this right now. Not when we are even unsure how this night will end. I suppose the only upside to tonight was finding our Ali. And Arsen killing his father. Even if the dead bastard got one last lucky shot off.
Everything wars inside of me, a part of me wanting to rush to Ali and hold her in my arms. Tell her everything will be okay and that Arsen is a fighter, that he will fight to get back to her. We all would. But another part doesn’t want to leave my brother’s side. Not now. Not when his fate is still unknown.
“Blood pressure is dropping, 87/51. Heart rate is 57 and oxygen is 89.” someone calls out, but my eyes stay trained on the small hole still gushing blood as the doctor tries to pack it with gauze.
“We need to stop this bleeding,” the doctor calls out. The room moves around in a frenzy as the doctor and nurses shift around the bed. “It’s not a through and through, so we need to find the bullet first. Get me the forceps.”
I jump a little when Cash’s hand lands on my shoulder. “I’ll stay. Get Ali out of here and make sure she’s okay. She needs you right now. I’ll keep you updated, but he’s in good hands. Take care of our girl, Ri.” I stare at him for a long moment, debating if he’s right, but he usually is. So, with a small nod and one last glance at my brother, I turn to Ali.
Stepping in front of her, she tries to shift to get a better view of Arsen, but I place my hands on her shoulders. The move has her snapping out of whatever daze she was in, her sad green eyes focusing on me for a second before she collapses into me. My arms immediately catch her as I bring her tighter into my chest. “I got you, baby. Come on, Cash will stay with Arsen while the doctor works.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I shake my head. “Let me take care of you as well. Arsen is going to need you when he wakes up, and I’m sure you covered in his blood is not a sight he will want to see.” She lets out a small sniffle before giving me a small bob of her head in agreement. “Good girl. Now hold on.” Reaching down, I grip her under her ass and lift, her sleek little body sliding against my own. I know I’m a bastard for getting hard at this small move, but fuck, my wife is hot as fuck, covered in blood and watching her tonight—honestly I’ve been hard since I saw her walk out of that closet.
Ali rests her head in the crook of my neck. Her breath is warm against my skin as I take my own deep breath to breathe her in. The moment we leave the room, I know exactly what we both need as I head down the hall. I haven’t been to this safe house in a while, but I’m assuming it’s just as stocked as the others, since Cash manages all that. We enter the last room at the end of the hall, wanting to give her a sense of privacy and space. She’s been tossed into one miserable situation after another these last few days and has taken it all like a warrior queen. Her head stays nuzzled against me until she realizes I pass the entire room setup and head straight for the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks, finally lifting her head and glancing up. Her green eyes are puffy and red as she takes in the bathroom I’ve brought us too.
“We could both use a shower, baby. Plus, I want to make sure you’re not injured, and to do that, I need to get you fully naked.” I set her ass down on the counter between the his and her sinks before moving to turn the shower on. When I turn around, I take her in; my eyes trace the lines of her body as I strip out of my own blood-soaked clothes. Her own eyes follow the movements as I bare myself to her.
She nibbles at her lip, her tongue tracing the edge, looking plump and biteable. “Ri, I can’t do this,” she starts, glancing out the door. I know what she is trying to say, but right now I think it’s exactly what she needs.
I move then, stepping between her legs and forcing them wide. “Ali, this is exactly what you need. You need to feel something. Get your mind off of everything else that is going on and just let it go for a while.”
“But Arsen…” I cut off her protest with a kiss. This is one soft and gentle, unlike the man I am, but this is what she needs.
“Arsen is going to make it. Right now, let me take care of you. I need you, baby.” I nip at her lip. “You were gone.” I tell her. Her head snaps back, eyes filled with confusion. “I woke up, and you were gone. I didn’t know where the fuck you were. Then when I found the guys, they hadn’t seen you either.” Realization about what I’m talking about sparks that fire I love to see.
“I was worried about you, asshole. You passed out and wouldn’t wake up. I had to drag your big ass behind a rock so you wouldn’t get cooked alive. Then when you still hadn’t woken up hours later, I knew I needed to find something to help. Supplies, or even the guys. It’s not my fault your asshole sperm donors sent in the cavalry before I could get back to you.” She crosses her arms across her chest, which only shoves her tits higher as she narrows her eyes at me. We stand there for a long minute, just staring at each other as the room begins to fill with steam.
Leaning closer, I get to eye level. “Let me take care of you.” I tell her because I’m not really asking. Her eyes shift between mine for half a second before the tiniest of nods is made. Relief floods me as I rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and taking a moment to breathe her in. But the moment soon passes as I reach up and practically rip off the little scrap of fabric covering her chest. Her tits bounce free as she lets out a gasp of surprise, but I don’t stop there. I move to the g-string, placing one hand on each side and yank that off as well. The material is so thin it rips away easily.
“Ri,” she hisses, but I’m already slamming my lips down on hers as I gather her in my arms once more. This kiss is more. More of everything. Demanding, passionate, needy. It’s like I’ve been deprived of her for so long I need all of her at once. Her now naked body presses against mine as I reach down and strip out of my pants. Once they fall to the floor, I step out and move us to the shower. Never once breaking the kiss. She must not mind because her hands come up and thread themselves through my mohawk as she tries to press her body even closer.
The kiss suddenly breaks as she lets out a yelp of surprise, the spray of the shower soaking us in seconds. The water runs red as I stand there, holding Ali up, as she throws her head back under the spray. The move probably not meant to tease me, but it’s sensual as fuck. Not a man to hold myself back, I dart forward, catching one of her perky nipples into my mouth before swirling my tongue around and biting. The moan that escapes her is music to my ears.
“Riot,” she calls, and I peek up, not once letting her nipple fall from my mouth. “You said you would take care of me. I need you. Make me forget for just a while.” I release her nipple with pop as she tries to grind her pussy against my stomach. Needy little kitten.
“Your wish is my command.” I tell her as I adjust her in my grip, letting my dick finally rest between her legs. I slide her against my cock a few times before pulling her back enough that my tip reaches her entrance, but I don’t thrust in. Not yet. “Tell me you won’t leave us,” I demand. Her eyes pop open, closing only seconds ago, waiting for the pleasure she knows I can deliver. “Tell me.” I say again, pushing in an inch before pulling back again.
“I won’t. I won’t leave.” The moment the words leave her mouth, I slam home. The sudden thrust causing her to scream out. Giving her a second to adjust, I lean in and press a kiss to her neck.
“Good, because if you try to leave me again, I will hunt you down, wife.” And then I’m fucking her. Thrusting like a man on a mission as I slam her back against the shower wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as her nails dig into my back, trying to take me deeper. Our moans and groans are drowned out by the running water as I fuck my wife like she’s the only woman in the world. Her core muscles start to tighten as I pound harder, knowing my dick piercing is hitting her just right. Knowing she’s close, I lean forward and capture her nipple once more, giving it a tug before releasing it and moving on to the other. Her moans get louder as I speed up my pace, her back arching as she digs her heels into mine. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh God, I’m gonna c-“ She doesn’t even finish her statement before I give her one hard thrust, slamming my dick as far into her as I can. I know it probably hurts, but I’m aiming to leave a dick imprint by the time we leave this shower. Her scream of ecstasy is like a gift from the gods as she throws her head back, her core tightening to the point of strangling my dick.
“Fuckkkkk….” I groan out, my own release tumbling over the edge after her. My thrusts slow as she milks my cock of every last drop, I give freely until I have nothing left to give. I stand there, Ali pressed between me and the wall, our breaths heavy as we just take a moment to exist.
The silence is broken by two simple words. “Thank you.” When I frown in confusion on why exactly she is thanking me, she smirks. “For getting me out of my head.” I smirk back, knowing that isn’t what I thought she was thanking me for. I figured it was my exceptional fucking skills.
“You’re welcome, baby. I’m here anytime you need a good distraction fuck.” She giggles, making me feel like she will be okay after all this. “Now let’s get you actually clean, yeah?” She nods, releasing her leg grip as I slowly let her slide down my body. I couldn’t help it. I love the way her skin feels against mine. If I could, I would make sure we were naked 24/7, but I doubt she would agree with that. Or the others.
Once she’s on her feet, I go about grabbing shampoo and conditioner and start washing her hair. The water has faded from a bright red to a dull pink, and when she tries to take over, I slap her hands away. “Let me do it,” is all I say before continuing on with my task. Once her hair is washed, I move on to the part I’m going to enjoy the most. Pouring a dollop of soap on my hands, I suds them up before gliding my hands up and down Ali’s body. Washing away the last of the dried blood and dirt still clinging to her creamy skin and paying extra attention to all the bruises now littering her skin. I gently trace along some of the artwork as well, reminding myself I need to spend a bit of time memorizing these lines as well.
I wonder if she would let me mark her body with some ink. Or maybe I should add a piece for her on mine. I’ll look into that later.
Once I’m satisfied she’s all clean, I quickly wash myself. Once again swatting her hands away when she tries to take over. Within minutes I’m feeling clean as I reach over and shut off the water. Grabbing towels from the rack, I wrap Ali in one before wrapping myself.
“I’m not broken, you know.” she says, rolling her eyes as I lift her into my arms and carry her out to the bed.
“I know.” is all I say before setting her down and heading for the closet. I quickly dress in a pair of sweatpants and grab a large shirt for Ali. Before I can help her dry off and dress, she snatches the shirt from my hands and throws it on over her head. I throw her a glare as she sticks out her tongue. “Mature.” She snorts and shrugs.
Before anything else is said, there’s a knock at the door. Ali perks up as Cash walks in, still looking torn up about how the night went. I’m sure it will eat him up for a while. “Arsen will make it. The doctor got the bullet out. Luckily it didn’t hit anything important, but he will need to rest for a while.”
“Can I see him?” Ali rushes to stand as Cash nods, and then she is racing out of the room. I move to follow, needing to see that my brother is okay just as much, but stop as I reach Cash.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, I squeeze. “Take tonight as a win, brother. They know they severely underestimated us, and that will be their true downfall. Arsen is alive, and Ali is safe. You did good.” I take a step but pause to add. “One down. Two to go.”